#doublechui

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✿ : Has your muse ever had s.ex before?

He has! He’s an old and experienced grandpa haha.

☜ : Does your muse like to top?

Yes, he’s very controlling and tends to give his partners the false impression of them being on top before taking that away from them. It’s one of his guilty pleasures actually.

☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

Only to female! He doesn’t like men making him “bottom”.

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

He likes when his partners are rendered on all fours, bottom up, head down, because that gives him more control over the situation– even over what his partner will be looking at.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit clim.ax, usually?

He’s old so it takes him a while, but that also means he can last for longer than the average male when sharing a bed with somebody.

✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?

Yes! Even though he has really long nails, he gets by. It’s easier for him to use his fingers when it comes to a vag.ina than an ars.ehole because of, well, his long ass nails. lol

♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

He has really pink ni.ppl.es and a cute little mole on his co.ck LMAO. Leave his co.ck mole alone.

☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?

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she sits on his lap and removes her thigh high stockings to flash her ankles

Ah his beloved tigress. He curled his arm around her waist and drew her against his body, then kissed the top of her head. “No worries. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder as they say, and as long as our food deems me pretty, all is well.” Of course he wanted Ranmao to think he looked good too, so he preened visibly, happy to receive flattery from the demoness. “If I look lovely to you then nothing else matters anyways.”

—It was just another day. Lau took a long drag of his cigarette as he stared at the door way from inside the limo. When he felt humble, he liked to be driven in BMWs to locations when it was his turn to run errands. While collecting debts was a meagre job he left to his underlings, some debts called for him and him alone - like when one of Hong Kong’s top ten tycoons were short on their payments.  As his guard nodded that it was int her clear, he gently touched Ranmao’s shoulder to request that she moved off his lap and bowed his head as he exited the car. Killing off the cigarette on the pavement, he entered the grand mansion and exited within the hour with a brief case in hand  - pure liquid cash. Already he was in a good mood as he re-entered the car, beaming at his beloved companion as he squeezed her knee.

Her size often caused astonishment for Agni. She was so powerful - as powerful as him he assumed - but half his size. Undoubtedly she’d look great in a sari. How thoughtful of his prince. “Of course I’ll gladly help you, miss Ranmao. Please come over here and step on this stool.” He gestured towards the wooden stool by the table. Agni needed to elavate her if he wanted to see her body and the sari on it better. 

When she was in position, Agni began show her how to drape and fold the pooling garments correctly. “You put this here...and then over your shoulder here...and now..” When he was finished, he stepped back to admire the sight with a smile. “You look beautiful, miss Ranmao. The dark blue really suits you.”

While some would deem him to wear drapes for clothes, this lass should know better, as the fabric was hellishly pricey in itself. Flowing robes draped over a cassock underneath– what looked to be a necklace of prayer beads weaved twice around his neck, golden lockets dangling off the side of his hip && a top hat most curious to match.  As per usual, && for a reason beyond his means of understanding, the girl latched herself to his right arm, neck craned back with her piercing stare eyeing the subject of her interest.

❝ Is that soooo~? Well, I myself fancy women about your height, perhaps even shorter. ❞ Leaning closer in upon a glimpse of her lips parting ajar && the young female tugging him near, the Undertaker contemplated her request with an askance stare, then a smile curled his lips upwards some. As if to return the favour in kind, the Undertaker was the next one to whisper in her ear as though sharing a secret &&, suddenly, the walls could hear them. ❝ I think you may. ❞